Through The Eyes Of An Innocent

A small timid story about why people should be afraid of the dark...there's always something in the dark.

Submitted:Aug 3, 2012
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My heart beats erratically as I pull the covers up higher until
they touch my chin; my eyes were wide open as I stared towards my
ceiling. Granted I couldn't see anything through the darkness but
I didn't care, I needed to stay awake.

There's something in the corner of my room and the second I close
my eyes it'll get closer and spring on me I just know it, I'm not
stupid I know what happens in stories. The minute someone's back
is turned the thing attacks, the only advantage I had at this
stage of the game was that it couldn't attack when my back was
turned because I was led down.

Yeah…I'm winning this round.

I could deal with no sleep for one night, its 2am now meaning
there's only about three more hours before the sun will start to
rise and the thing in the corner will disappear. Sleep is over
rated anyway.

A content smile crosses my lips before a jolt of realisation shot
through me, the thing in the corner doesn't attack unless my eyes
are closed…but what about the thing at the end of my bed?

My eyes slowly lowered towards the end of my bed where a large
shadow loomed over me, perfectly still but terrifyingly
threatening. My blood ran cold and I found myself frozen in fear,
I'll be ok as long as I don't move.

No sleep and no moving that's easy.

But wait! What if I needed to use the bathroom?!

The thing under my bed was sure to reach out and grab me the
minute I set my feet on the carpeted floor, it would drag me
under and I'd become a slave to the bed goblins and ghouls.
Dragged into their world to be tortured and then sold off as a
slave, forced to work until my skin melts off.

A soft whimper escaped me as I shivered at the thought of Goblin
Hell.

Wait…the thing at the end of the bed…did it just move? Did that
one little shiver catch its attention? Or did the thing in the
closet tip it off?

The thing in the closet is the worse of them all, parents tell
their children bogeymen live in the closet but I know better. The
thing in the closet is no bogeyman but something far worse, more
ferocious and blood thirsty.

I've seen it move around in there, knocking my things over whilst
pacing back and forth. It's waiting for me to go and investigate
the noise before throwing the doors open and pulling me into the
unknown.

There's no protection from these things, even in the day they
hide in the shadows but because they can't go into sunlight they
are stuck there until nightfall.

My mum tells me there's nothing to be scared of but what does she
know? Has she seen the things I have?

I know things are out there to get me, the darkness can hide many
things and they all want to get me.

My eyes start to feel heavy and I couldn't stop them from slowly
sliding shut, the thing in the corner was sure to get me now but
I couldn't help myself, I was so tired.